Juvenile - Break A Brick Down lyrics

(This is, this is, this is, this is!!)

Yeah... ha ha!

Whoahh (yeah)

[Juvenile]

You put the coke in a tube, and whaddya get

Whatever you want a car to the flip of your wrist

Drug traffickin been happenin since seventy-six

They lock us up cause government be wantin tax from the shit

I call my people in Detroit, they get that 9-1-1

Hoe gon' put it in her pussy and come flyin with son

And it's plenty full so he gonna consignment some

Same nigga that I be gettin the lime-ah from

Got yay too! How you want it? Soft piece or hard piece?

Work ain't movin, I'll break it down in a heartbeat

I'm tryin to put the new 25's on my Rover

So when I hit the lakefront they gotta slide over

Yeahhh, these hoes be respctin my cars

When I pass, they smile and start adjustin they bras

Niggaz peep hard and get to twistin they lips

But they could easily meet God so homey don't even trip

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Ridin with the strap on my lap, other one in the dash

On the way to drop this nigga off a fo'-and-a-half

Last time he put my shit on his tongue

He frowned up, cause the boy was NUMB

Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down [3X]

I can break a brick down, but I prefer to sellin it whole

[Juvenile]

I read the paper today and everything was kinda chill

Word is circulatin niggaz is tryin to find a deal

So he could ride behind the wheel

Of the 300 and put the dub deuces in the grill

You think you can't get killed? Me neither

That's why we almost forced to keep heaters

A quick ruckus if a bitch touch us

Ain't got no beef with no Muslims but move or you get hit brother

These streets move forward and backwards

These fiends out'chea somethin more than just actors

One nigga get popped, another fo' get a package

Watchin out for the law man patrollin the action

What next? We tryin to bring it back to the team

Let our dogs see how it is to do your own thing

Not like Baby though, really put your own bling

You ain't doin nuttin for me nigga, do your own thing

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[Juvenile]

G shit to 'em, I don't just write rhymes

Goin platinum offa talkin about my lifetimes

I'm gettin love in these streets cause they like how I rock

I'm just a thug on the beat, fuck a hip-hop cop

Not jumpin on the bandwagon to get my props

Got somethin happenin fo' me right within my block

Now, everybody wanna be the king of somethin

I guess I'll just call myself the king of hustlin

I make things happen nigga, I'm a panhandler

Shit not like how it's lookin on camera

Won't exercise the right to put the bandana up

And nobody gon' handle us, we never put they hammers up

You couldn't make it where I survive

Right now my city murder rate is at it's all time high

And it's a must I have the piece in sight

When I'm drivin know I'm showin them no teeth, just eyes

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[Chorus - second half only minus last half of last line]